“Eloise, your expressions are the best. Yes, you’re going to scream the first time my beard rubs against your pussy.”
A new wave of wetness accompanies some sort of aftershock at his words.
Cannon’s phone vibrates from behind him. I think it’s on the kitchen table. He pats my hips and lifts me up to stand me on my feet.
I’m still naked from the waist up, and he leans forward to plant reverent kisses on my nipples before lifting his gaze. “I need to touch base with my team. Why don’t you go clean up and change your panties and leggings, Little one?”
Still feeling frisky, I lean forward and set my hands on his shoulders, thrusting my breasts toward him. “Surely that’s a Daddy type of job. How could I possibly be trusted to clean my pussy and put my panties on facing the right direction?”
I hold my breath. My words are so bold.
Cannon seems rather surprised, too, but he recovers fast, groaning. “What a naughty girl. I’ve created a monster. A Little monster. Trust me, angel, in the future I’d love nothing more than to dress you myself. I’m capable of being a very hands-on, dominant Daddy if that’s what you need. But for today, you’d better change alone. If I spread your legs to wash your pussy, I don’t think I could stop myself from breaking all the rules.”
I’m still vibrating from the orgasm. “What rules are those?” I bat my eyes at him as my sassy voice takes me by surprise.
He groans. “The rules I made for myself not to take my cock out today.”
I push out my bottom lip and whine. “But you’re the one who makes the rules. You could change them.”
“And you’re going to find out how naughty Little girls get disciplined in about ten seconds if you don’t obey me and go put clean clothes on.” He raises a brow.
I’m tempted to keep pushing his buttons. Based on what I know about him, he’s never going to get angry with me. This Daddy thing is like a game. It’s a give and take. I push, he pushes back. I misbehave, he punishes me. His anger will never be real. It will always be a playful performance.
But I do think I’ve had about all the heat I can take for right now. My legs are wobbly. I’d probably collapse if he put me in a timeout. I need to walk away and collect myself. “Okay,” I say, still faking a whine.
He turns me around and pats my butt. “Good girl. Go. Take your dress with you. I’ll make some calls. Why don’t you read Moby Dick for a bit?”
Read? I don’t think I’m in a state of mind to read, but I finally obey him, grabbing my dress from the floor before nearly skipping out of the room.
An hour ago, I didn’t know what it meant to be Little. Now I’m jumping into the deep end without a second thought. I don’t close my bedroom door when I enter. I grab a clean outfit from the drawer and head for the bathroom. After stripping off my leggings and panties, I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
I don’t even recognize myself. It’s been a long time since I looked at my body. I’m definitely too skinny, but I’m very much a woman. Except maybe for the pink bows on top of my head. But I like them.
I use the toilet and then find a washcloth and clean my folds. I’m tender from grinding my pussy, so I wince a few times. But it was totally worth it. I’m grinning. I just had my first orgasm. Total bliss is consuming me.
If someone had told me at any point in my miserable life that I’d be in a position like this, I would have laughed at them. Yet here I am, staying in a man’s house. A man who doesn’t want me for anything nefarious. He’s just kind, and he wants me for me.
I put on clean panties, lavender leggings, and an oversized lavender T-shirt. I giggle when I look down and see it says good girl in rhinestones on the front.
Cannon says June wears similar clothes. I can’t wait to meet her. I like her already.
I can hear Cannon on the phone somewhere in the apartment. I’m exhausted, so I shuffle over to the mattress, curl up on my side, hug the soft doll to my chest, and quickly fall asleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Cannon
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“Hey, how’s Eloise?” Blade asks as soon as he answers.
I smile, liking that my boss’s first concern is for my girl. “She’s… Well, she’s shocking me actually.” I glance toward her bedroom door. I don’t want to hide or lie to her, but I think she’s in the bathroom anyway.
“How so?”
“First of all, her IQ is off the charts.”
“Really? That should be nice for you. An intellectual mind to keep you on your toes.” He chuckles.
